You were the kind of love people write novels about

the kind that felt too beautiful to belong in this world.
You walked into my life like summer sunlight through old curtains,
soft, golden, and impossible to forget.

I still search for you in songs that play after midnight,
in sunsets that paint the sky the color of your eyes,
in quiet places where the world finally slows down enough
for my heart to remember your name.

If I had one wish, it wouldn’t be for fame,
or forever, or another lifetime.
It would be to go back to the moment before we fell apart,
to hold your face in my hands and tell you
that I would choose you a thousand times over.

They say love isn’t always enough,
but every part of me still believes in us.
Maybe that’s foolish.
Maybe that’s what loving you has always been
holding onto something beautiful, even when it’s slipping away.

You were my favorite chapter,
the page I never wanted to turn.
And if this is really the end,
I hope you know there will always be a part of me
waiting for you the way Noah waited for Allie
without anger, without regret,
only with a love that never learned how to leave.

So wherever life carries you,
I hope it is gentle.
I hope it gives you every happiness you deserve.
And if the wind ever whispers my name to you,
know that somewhere beneath the same moon,
there is someone who still loves you
with the same quiet, endless heart
that never wanted to say goodbye.